You think you own whatever land you land onThe earth is just a dead thing you can claimBut I know every rock and tree and creatureHas a life, has a spirit, has a name

You think the only people who are peopleAre the people who look and think like youBut if you walk the footsteps of a strangerYou'll learn things you never knew you never knew

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moonOr asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned? Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain? Can you paint with all the colors of the wind? Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?

Come run the hidden pine trails of the forestCome taste the sun-sweet berries of the earthCome roll in all the riches all around youAnd for once, never wonder what they're worthThe rainstorm and the river are my brothersThe heron and the otter are my friendsAnd we are all connected to each other, In a circle, in a hoop that never ends

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moonOr let the eagle tell you where he's beenCan you sing with all the voices of the mountain? Can you paint with all the colors of the windCan you paint with all the colors of the wind

How high does the sycamore grow? If you cut it down, then you'll never know

And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moonFor whether we are white or copper-skinnedWe need to sing with all the voices of the mountainNeed to paint with all the colors of the windYou can own the earth and stillAll you'll own is earth untilYou can paint with all the colors of the wind